This is Jason Compson. If you're calling for business, press one and you'll go through to my work phone. If this is something else, leave a message and I'll get to it eventually. If this is my mother, I'm going through a tunnel.
There's a present with your name on it in the D7 suite.
[A neatly wrapped parcel containing an assortment of vapor cigarettes, brightly coloured and containing a scent that was supposed to be reminiscent of each District and the Capitol respectively.]
[He takes his time before he goes and investigates, unsure if he should feel guilty or not for completely disregarding getting anyone else a holiday gift. When he does, he's actually pleasantly surprised that it's something he'll use, when he's smoking for pleasure instead of to stave off a headache.]
Jason, it is five minutes past when you are usually home. These past five minutes have been agony. I don't know whether you are alive or dead and a woman of my history is right to be concerned for her only child's well-being.
I can't help but think you are doing this to punish me. Haven't I suffered enough for you as a mother? That I should have to be concerned that you've gotten into some auto accident or have been taken from me as Quentin was? Who is to help me run the household now.
You're right to resent me for burdening you with my existence, but I don't suppose it's too much for me to ask for the right to live in your vicinity and expect to be treated even nominally as the woman who birthed you.
Jason, I just wanted to warn you. We have a new Stylist.
[Yep, warn, not let you know. From the little she's seen of Cassian, she knows that Jason's not going to like him. Her warning probably comes too late, but she feels obliged to give it anyway.]
Jason, this is Cyrus. I'm contacting you to offer condolences on behalf of myself and my family, following the death of your mother, Caroline.
She was a credit to the Capitol, and a true citizen of Panem. My grandmother, Livia, will provide flowers to be included in the funeral; they'll be sent to your estate.
The Reagans stand with you and the remaining Compsons in sympathy. All of Panem feels this loss.
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